values for kids
Who really was Don Ezequiel? Children Uncovered the Truth in his Workshop 
Make yourselves comfortable, children, because today I will tell you something that few in this town know. It is the story of a man who, like this windmill you see turning, was always on the move, helping others without anyone noticing.
It was a day like this, with the sun shining brightly and the wind playing among the leaves of the mulberry tree. You, unruly as always, were running near the windmill when, accidentally, you broke one of my chairs. Do you remember?
Oh, Uncle Augustine! said some of the children with worried faces. «It wasn’t our intention!»
Of course, children are always getting into mischief. But instead of getting angry, I proposed a solution:
We went to Don Ezequiel. He knows more about wood than anyone.
Their faces changed at that moment remembering that thing about the broken chair. Don Ezequiel was not someone they wanted to deal with. He is an old man, quiet and unfriendly, it is said that no one has seen him smile in years.
When we arrived at his carpentry shop, he looked at us out of the corner of his eye and grunted:
And now what do you want?
I told him what had happened to the chair, and he, after examining it, said:
I can fix it… but these boys are going to help me.
So there you stayed, with your hands full of sawdust, learning to sand and join the pieces, but while you were working, I saw something interesting: your eyes began to scan the workshop.
There, among saws and boards, there were things you did not expect to see: a new crib waiting to be delivered, a carefully repaired table, and in a corner, a box full of hand-carved toys.
Who are all these toys for? —Sofia asked.
Don Ezequiel sighed, as if the question surprised him.
When someone needs them, I give them to them, he answered simply.
And then you understood. You remembered the boy who received a rocking horse when his family lost everything in a fire, or Mrs. Marta, who out of nowhere had a new door after the storm.
Was it you?, Tomás asked the old carpenter, with his eyes wide open.
He just nodded and continued sanding the chair, as if it were nothing important.
That afternoon, when you finished, you not only brought back a well-repaired chair, but a secret that no one had ever been able to see: the serious and quiet man of the town had spent his life helping everyone in silence.
That was how Mr. Ezequiel, the grumpy old carpenter, became someone unforgettable in this town.
And that, boys, is something you should never forget: sometimes, the people who seem most distant, are the ones who have given the most without expecting anything in return.
And that’s life, children, said Uncle Augustine as the wind played with the leaves of the tree. Sometimes, the biggest hearts are the ones that make the least noise.
The windmill turned slowly, as if it also agreed with his words. The children remained silent, looking towards Don Ezequiel’s carpentry shop in the distance, as if they suddenly saw it with different eyes.
Now, go and think about what you have learned today, continued Uncle Augustine. And the next time you pass by someone who seems serious and quiet, remember that behind every pair of wrinkled hands, there is a story waiting to be discovered.
He leaned forward, patted his old chair, the same one they had broken, and with a knowing smile, added:
And don’t forget to say hello to Don Ezequiel.
The children laughed softly, and one by one, they got up to go home. But something had changed in them. That afternoon, their steps were slower, as if they had learned something more valuable in their hearts than just repairing a chair.
And Uncle Augustine, with the windmill turning behind him and the mulberry tree rustling in the wind, watched them go with a quiet satisfaction, knowing that another experience had served its purpose.
The bridge of friendship. After the Storm, the Bridge Was Lost.. How Did They Rebuild It?
Under the old mulberry tree, the children sat in a circle, ready to listen to a story. Uncle Augustine adjusted his hat, looked at the horizon, and began.
—I will tell you about the day when a storm reminded us that bridges not only unite paths, but also hearts.
That night, the wind roared hard and the rain beat down on the ground without stopping. When the sun came up, the villagers found that the old wooden bridge that crossed the river had disappeared.
Panchito, a restless boy from the village, ran to Grandma’s house:
—Grandma, the bridge has fallen down!
Grandma left her cup of coffee on the table and, with the calm that characterized her, walked to the river. When she arrived, she found the neighbors gathered, worried and arguing.
—Without the bridge, we cannot take the harvest to the market —said José the carpenter.
—I cannot deliver the bread —added Mrs. Tomasa.
—Our corn harvest is almost ready. How are we going to get it to the mill? We’ll have to wait for the town hall to rebuild it. sighed Don Ramón, the farmer.
Everyone had a different opinion, and the problem seemed bigger than the solution.
The grandmother, who had listened in silence, raised her voice sweetly:
—Listen, children. A bridge is not just wood and nails. It is what unites people. If we work together, we can rebuild it.
The children were the first to react. Lalo and Panchito began to collect branches and wood dragged by the storm. Mrs. Tomasa brought nails. Don Melquiades offered his tools. Don Ramón, seeing the enthusiasm, offered to reinforce the planks.
But there was still a problem: everyone wanted to do things their own way.
—It has to be high —insisted Don Ramón.
—No, no, better wide —said Don Melquiades.
The children, confused, looked at the grandmother.
“When everyone pulls in their own direction, we don’t move forward,” she said with a smile. “Listen to each other, work together and you will find the best solution.”
The adults remained silent. Even Don Melquiades and Don Ramón nodded.
And that was how the magic happened.
The neighbors stopped arguing and began to listen to each other. The children learned to use the hammer, the strongest ones carried logs, and the women prepared fresh water for the workers.
After several days of effort, the bridge was ready.
The grandmother was the first to cross it. She stopped in the center and, with a big smile, said:
“This is not just a wooden bridge. It is a bridge of friendship and solidarity.”
The children looked at the bridge with pride. It had been built with work, patience and, above all, with unity.
From that day on, every time someone crossed the bridge, they remembered Grandma’s lesson: the strongest and best things are not built with wood, but with minds and hearts that work together.
Uncle Augustine finished his story and saw the children smiling.
—So now you know, children. When you see a big problem, don’t get discouraged. Gather your people, listen to others, and build the bridge to the solution together.
The wind blew through the branches of the mulberry tree, as if it were also applauding that story.
From that day on, Grandma shines like a true pillar of wisdom and unity. 
A Magic Crystal in Danger… The Children and Uncle Augustín Must Protect It! 
Under the starry sky of the orchard, the old Chicago Air Motor windmill slowly turned in the night breeze. For generations, that windmill had hidden a secret that only Uncle Augustine knew: inside it, hidden behind a secret compartment, there was a special crystal that absorbed the light of the stars and reflected it in magical sparkles.
That night, while the children listened to Uncle Augustine tell stories under the mulberry tree, a strange sound was heard in the windmill. Ramiro, the most curious of the group, ran to see what was happening and saw shadows moving between the metal structure.
“Uncle Augustine! Someone is in the windmill!” Ramiro shouted urgently.
Uncle Augustine immediately stood up, adjusting his hat.
“Good heavens! It seems they have come for the crystal,” he murmured with a frown.
The children looked at him in astonishment.
“What crystal, uncle?” asked Anita.
“One that has the brightness of the stars and a special power. It is a very old treasure that has remained hidden so that it does not fall into the wrong hands,” answered Uncle Augustine.
Without wasting time, the group crept up to the mill. Among the shadows, they saw three men dressed in dark cloaks trying to force the wooden gate.
“We must stop them!” whispered Miguel.
“But we are just children…” said Carolina, worried.
Uncle Augustine smiled and crouched down to their height.
“When the stars shine together, they light up even the darkest night. You don’t have to be big or strong to do the right thing. We just have to work as a team.”
The children looked at each other and nodded with determination. Quickly, they came up with a plan: while some threw blackberries to distract the thieves, others loosened the ropes of an old flour sack on top of the mill.
“Now!” shouted Ramiro.
The criminals were covered in white flour and began to cough without being able to see anything. In the midst of the commotion, Uncle Augustine took a whistle out of his pocket and blew it loudly. Immediately, the dogs from the orchard came running and barking, causing the thieves to flee in terror.
When everything calmed down, the children entered the mill and saw the crystal hidden in its secret compartment. Its light shone brighter than ever.
“We did it!” exclaimed Carolina.
Uncle Augustine smiled proudly.
“Because we work together, like the stars in the sky.”
The children nodded, understanding that the true magic of the crystal was not only in its brightness, but in the union and shared effort.
From then on, every night they gathered under the mulberry tree, looking at the mill and remembering that, as long as they were together, nothing and no one could extinguish their light.
Thank you for joining us on this adventure!
If you liked the story, don’t forget to give it a «Like», subscribe to the channel and activate the bell 
so you don’t miss any of our stories. See you on the next adventure with Tío Agustín! 
Stories of Uncle Augustine for Children | The Mill and the Four Winds 
It was a quiet afternoon in Grandma��s orchard, with the sun caressing the leaves of the mulberry tree. Under its shade, the children gathered around Uncle Augustine, who was clearing his wheat straw while looking at the Chicago Air Motor windmill. It, as always, spun gracefully to the rhythm of the wind. But that afternoon, something special happened.
The windmill began to spin faster than usual, and with each change of direction, its blades emitted a soft whisper. “Can you hear it?” Uncle Augustine asked with a smile. “Today the windmill wants to tell us stories from the four winds.”
The children, intrigued, came closer, attentive to their uncle’s words. “Every wind brings with it a story, and if we pay attention, we can learn from them.”
The North Wind: The Legend of Courage.
The first turn brought the north wind, whose voice was strong and firm. The mill told the story of a young polar bear named Arctic, who had to cross an ice desert to save his family trapped in a frozen cave. He bravely faced storms and dangers, learning that courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move forward despite it.
The South Wind: The Tale of Love.
The windmill turned again, and this time it was the south wind who spoke in a warm and melodious tone. It was the story of a hummingbird named Lila who flew tirelessly among flowers to find the medicine that would save her sick companion. Her love and dedication showed that true love lies in selfless acts.
The East Wind: The Fable of Wisdom.
When the east wind took over, his voice was calm and thoughtful. He told the fable of an old owl named Orion, who taught the animals of the forest to work together to solve a problem that none could face alone. The children learned that wisdom is not found in knowing everything, but in knowing how to listen and collaborate.
The West Wind: The Adventure of Perseverance.
Finally, the windmill turned west, and its whisper vibrated with energy. The wind told the story of a little fox named Zephyr, who crossed mountains and valleys to find a home for his family. Despite the obstacles, he never gave up, showing that perseverance is the key to success.
When the windmill stopped turning, Uncle Augustine looked at the children. “Each wind has brought us an important lesson: courage, love, wisdom and perseverance. These are stories that we should keep in our hearts.”
Inspired, the children looked at the windmill with new eyes, grateful for the stories that the wind had brought.
“I hope you enjoyed this story, my beloved children,” said Uncle Augustine with a smile. “If you liked it, don’t forget to leave a ‘Like’, subscribe to the channel and hit the bell so you don’t miss any of our upcoming adventures. See you in the next story under the mulberry tree!”
Max the Rabbit and the Carrot Mystery 
In a sunny corner of the enchanted forest, there lived a rabbit named Max, who was known for being an excellent farmer. His garden was the pride of the forest, with perfect rows of carrots, lettuce, and tomatoes. Max worked hard every day to water, weed, and take care of his vegetables with great care.
One morning, while checking his garden, Max noticed something strange. Several carrots had disappeared! At first he thought that maybe he had harvested them and forgotten about them, but the next day even more were missing. Worried, he decided to ask his friends for help.
Max gathered his closest friends: Lola the Parrot, who was always aware of everything that was happening in the forest. Rita the Flying Squirrel, who could fly over the garden and see things from above. Omar the Field Mouse, small but very perceptive, and Paco the Woodpecker, who could watch from the highest branches of the trees.
“Friends, something strange is happening in my garden,” said Max. My carrots are disappearing!
Lola the Parrot, always curious, suggested investigating:
“I can hear everything from the branches!” said Lola, flapping her wings. “Rita, why don’t we fly over the area while Paco stays watchful from the trees?”
Each of the friends got to work. Rita the Flying Squirrel jumped from tree to tree and discovered a small trail of broken leaves and disturbed earth near an old burrow. Paco watched from the branches and noticed some broken branches that hadn’t been there the day before. Omar, crouched near the vegetables, found some tiny footprints that didn’t look like Max’s or any other large forest animal’s.
“I think someone small has been here!” exclaimed Omar. “The footprints are very small.”
After collecting the clues, the friends gathered to come up with a plan. They decided to set an ingenious trap with fresh carrots as bait.
That night, they hid near the vegetable garden. After a little while, they heard some soft noises. It was a group of little rabbits who cautiously approached the carrots.
“They are little bunnies!” Max whispered, surprised.
Max and his friends came out of their hiding place, and the frightened bunnies dropped the carrots. In a kind voice, Max asked them:
“Why are you taking my carrots without permission?”
The little rabbits lowered their ears, embarrassed. One of them, named Tito, dared to speak:
“We are sorry, Mr. Max. It’s just that we are hungry and we didn’t know what to do. We don’t know how to grow our own carrots.”
Max understood that they weren’t bad, they just needed help. Then, he had a brilliant idea.
“Would you like to learn how to grow your own carrots?” Max asked with a smile.
The bunnies nodded enthusiastically. So, with the help of his friends, Max taught the little rabbits how to prepare the soil, plant the seeds, and take good care of them.
Eventually, the little rabbits harvested their own carrots and felt great satisfaction in their achievements. They had learned that it is better to ask for help and work hard than to take what does not belong to them.
To celebrate, Max organized a party in the garden with all of his friends. Max was proud of his new friends and of having taught them such a valuable lesson.
“Not only did I gain new friends today,” said Max, “but we also learned the importance of collaborating and working together.”
And so, Max’s garden flourished even more with the help of his friends, and everyone in the forest lived happily, sharing and collaborating with each other.
The Mirror That told the Future-A Lesson for Kids About Responsible Choices
Today, I will tell you a story about a magic mirror that a group of children found in a museum. The mirror revealed a possible future to each child. Each of them could make it come true or improve it with the option of changing in time. What is the lesson of the mirror? Let’s see!
It was a sunny day when the sixth grade class arrived at the Old City Museum. The children were excited about the excursion, especially Leo, Tomas and Clara, three inseparable friends who loved adventures. After touring the galleries full of ancient artifacts and mysterious statues, the group arrived at a room closed to the public. A red tape surrounded it and a sign warned: «Restricted Access.» However, a small half-open corner revealed a bright flash inside.
Curiosity was stronger than the warning, and Leo could not resist. «Come on, we’ll just take a quick look,» he whispered. The three friends snuck into the room, unnoticed by the rest of the class.
In the center of the room, covered in dust, they found an antique mirror with a gold frame adorned with strange symbols. As they approached, they saw an inscription on the base.
“It shows not what you are, but what you could be.”
“What does that mean?” Clara asked.
Thomas, always bold, stood in front of the mirror. Suddenly, his reflection changed. He was no longer the smiling, carefree boy they knew. Instead, the mirror showed a young Thomas, sitting alone, with a sad, empty expression. In this vision of the future, Thomas saw himself surrounded by piles of expensive toys and gadgets, but there was no one with him. All his friends seemed to have moved away.
“What is this?” Thomas asked, surprised. “I don’t want to be alone.”
A soft voice seemed to echo from the mirror: “Your decisions today determine tomorrow. Think of others, and you will never be alone.” Thomas became thoughtful. He knew that sometimes he thought more about himself than his friends. Was this what awaited him if he didn’t change?
Leo was the next to look. The mirror showed his future, but this time what he saw was even more shocking. He saw himself as an adult, sitting in a boring job, lacking any drive or passion. He tried to solve problems, but he felt trapped, frustrated that he hadn’t taken his studies seriously when he was young.
“It can’t be…” Leo muttered. “I don’t want that for myself.”
“Your efforts today open the doors of tomorrow,” the mirror said. Leo then understood that his current laziness was creating a future full of limitations. If he wanted to achieve his dreams, he had to start working hard now.
Finally, Clara walked over to the mirror. What she saw was surprisingly beautiful. In the reflection, Clara was surrounded by friends and family, happy and radiant. She saw herself helping others, her generosity had blossomed, and her life was full of satisfaction and achievement. The Clara of the future looked like someone who had made a difference in the world.
“Your acts of kindness sow the fruits of tomorrow,” the mirror whispered. Clara, who often hesitated to offer to help for fear of not being enough, understood that her kindness and generosity could change her life and the lives of those around her.
The three friends looked at each other in silence, moved by what they had seen. They knew that the mirror had shown them what their future could be, but they also understood that they still had the power to change it.
“The future is not written,” Leo said finally. “But our choices are the pen that writes it.”
Before leaving the room, the children watched as the mirror began to fade, as if it had fulfilled its purpose. It left one last inscription before disappearing completely: “Choose wisely, and your reflection will be what you wish to see.”
With new ideas in mind and hearts full of determination, the three friends left the museum, ready to write their own future.
If you liked this story, please subscribe to our channel and hit the bell to be notified when we post a new story. And don’t forget to leave us a «Like». Thanks for visiting. See you soon.